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Wolverine!Toji

In which you don't know where you stand with Wolverine!Toji

Wolverine!Toji doesn’t talk to people. Hates them. Time has proven again and again that everyone’s out for themselves, that he’s better off alone, drowning himself in the extra strong shit and moving from place to place when suspicions about his nature arises.

Of course, the last thing he expected to meet was another one of his kind on the road – a young, pretty thing that stands out way too fucking much and doesn’t realise it. You’re too doe-eyed, too kind, too yappy. He didn’t want to take you in but you goddamn followed him. Saved you once from some drunk bastards and suddenly you looked at him like he was some hero, smiling at him and shit.

“Fuck off,” he growled. “I ain’t taking strays.”

You didn’t listen. Everywhere he went, you were there. It was as if you didn’t get tired of all the travelling, all the silence, and the dismissive glares he threw. He stalked the woods, weaving through the trees, resting in caves and getting wasted in bars. Meanwhile, you were always close by, walking, watching, and waiting.

When did he get used to your presence?

When did he begin to accept it? Accept you?

Was it when he found comfort in looking back and finding something other than his shadow? Or did the walls that had erected themselves years and years ago finally grew cracks when he was in that near-death phase once more, when the chilling cold of the season began to set in his bones and rendered him paralysed on the hard ground, and you approached quietly, building a fire with nothing but your mind and hands, and retreated?

Maybe Wolverine!Toji liked that you understood – he isn’t anyone’s friend and you’re certainly not his. If you’re gonna stick by him like a flea, you’re gonna make yourself useless at the very least.

So, when his cigar needed lighting, he’d raise that unruly brow of his and you’d turn yourself into a lighter. If the nights grew too cold again, you’d build a circle of fire around him. And if bloodthirsty bastards come looking for a good hunt, you didn’t get in the way, didn’t wince when the knives slid out between his knuckles, didn’t cower when metal meets flesh, nor when blood kisses grass.

You could hold your own too.

Wolverine!Toji respected that.

That was how you and him came to be.

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“You’re gonna have to get over this, bubs.”

Wolverine!Toji sits on a bed in a room that doesn’t belong to him, as is usually the case, and attempts once more to coax you out of this gloomy shell you’ve cast over yourself.

Over the years, he’s learnt that you don’t like change any more than him. Staying here, at the school, working with the professor, and teaching the kids was new for him and for you. But if there’s any skill he’s developed out in the wild, it’d be adapting. Life hands out unlucky deals all the time; you gotta know how to make the most out of it.

Frowning, you reply, “Why?”

“Because this shit’s better than what we were dealing with out there.” Wolverine!Toji won’t admit to anyone but you that he could get used to this – roof over his head, warm bed to slip into every night, no one looking at him like they see the metal weighing him down. Life here is simple, it’s peaceful, it’s…nice.

If only you could see that.

Still refusing to leave your room, you remain curled up in the corner, wearing your dirty clothes and a pout. You don’t understand why he would agree to teach, to go on those missions, to listen to anyone but himself. There’s freedom in being on the run, in not having a routine, or a palace to call your own. Life was great when it was just the two of you, having each other’s back. He hunts for you. You light the fire. That’s how it worked.

Now, there’s a cafeteria that serves food at regular times. There’s a central heating system, blankets and a spacious bathroom. No one’s pointing a gun at his head or tearing him to pieces. You no longer need to wait whilst he patches himself back up. People don’t bat an eye at either of your mutations, neither of you stand out; you fit right in.

It’s weird.

“But,” you begin, watching his ears twitch and his bouncing knee halt, “I don’t have anything to do here…they’ll kick me out.”

Wolverine!Toji sighs. Soon, he’s in your corner, squatting to meet your eyes, and the look in them softens his tense expression, washing away the frustrated reprimand biding its time. “Look, the professor already said there’s a place here for everyone, you just gotta find it. And before you start, I know that sounds like bull, but I know him. He’s a good man. Too good probably. They’re doing real work here. Building a future for you, for us, for those kids. There’s something worth seeing here. You can trust them. You gotta.”

“I don’t. I can’t.”

He pats your head. “Then trust me. We have each other’s backs, yeah? Nothing’s gonna change that.”

And you believe him.

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Wolverine!Toji has taken a special interest in a red head. She’s pretty. Smart too. Patched you up when you first came. She had made clear she was with someone, her fiancé, and they looked happy together. That’s never stopped him before though.

Jogging past you, he’ll catch up to her, flash her a grin and say something that makes her roll her eyes. Still, she’ll entertain him, won’t step back, or look away. In a way, you can’t really blame her. Wolverine!Toji has that effect on people, when he wants to. A man like him is stimulated by the hunt, by the push and the pull, and the having something he shouldn’t, if only to piss people off.

Dedicated to the cause, he rarely comes by your room, doesn’t eat with you, and leaves you feeling lucky if he even greets you a good morning. It’s okay, you suppose. This isn’t the first time you’ve watched him work his charms to get into someone’s pants, after all. Old habits die hard.

But new habits don’t develop this fast, do they?

Wolverine!Toji doesn’t make a fool of himself for someone’s attention. He doesn’t pick fights with good men. And he doesn’t ever brush a lock of hair out of a woman’s face, scraping the callouses on his fingers against her soft skin. Does he?

The man you’ve accompanied for years wouldn’t cut you off mid-sentence, rushing to be on time for anything other than beer on tap. Sure, he’s never been the most vocal with you, but he listens. All the stories you’ve told from a time long past, he hears and remembers them. The questions you have he answers, albeit in short, vague bursts. He doesn’t brush you off.

Above all, Wolverine!Toji never, ever makes himself comfortable. He’d never unpack the few clothes he has. Any room he’s fortunate to find wouldn’t be decorated. The names of the people he sees don’t stay in his mind. Kids don’t look up to him. Women don’t become regulars.

Wolverine!Toji never settles.

Never says, ‘Let’s go home.’

And if he did, it would be to you first, right?

You knock on his door, feeling restless. It opens a moment or two later, revealing a bare torso, a messy head of hair, and an impatient man. Eyes groggy, he grunts. “What is it?”

“I just wanted to ask if you’d like to go for a walk. I feel like we haven’t talked in a long time and, I don’t know, I kinda miss you.”

Brushing a hand through his hair, he exhales through his nose. “Listen, kid. Let’s talk tomorrow. It’s late and I got a mission in the morning.”

“No, but that’s what I wanted to talk to you about. You’re always on a mission and I never see you. We’re supposed to have each other’s backs, right? I can’t have yours when I can’t come with you, when I don’t know what you’re doing, or where you are.”

Wolverine!Toji scoffs. “You need to back off. We’re not some old married couple. What I do ain’t your business. Quit acting possessive.”

And he closes the door in your face.

Though not before you see a flash of red on his bed.

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The day you left was like any other day. There were no guards on these grounds, just a peaceful silence of the morning to come. Dew stuck to the grass, softening every step you took further and further away from the walls. Life was often so busy in the school that these kinds of things happened without making waves. You didn’t say goodbye, didn’t linger, didn’t look back. Not even when that familiar voice spoke in your mind.

“Are you sure this is what you want, child?”

Hiking the bag higher up your shoulder, you frowned. “Get out of my head, old man.”

“This is your home. You belong here, with us…with him.”

Warm, gentle, and understanding, it was often a surprise to you every time to find no judgement in his voice. The professor, from the very first moment of meeting, struck you as an otherworldly being, a man who had lived a thousand lives and came out just as principled, as kind, and as restricted by his body as he was liberated by his mind.

Even in the darkness of dawn, with the chill of wind’s isolation, you carried no anger in you for the man whose words carry the truest of intentions. So, you simply said, “I don’t know where I belong, okay? For the longest time, it had only ever been me and him. I thought we both felt the calling of the wild, both found solace in one another, and resented being tied down. But I see now that he wanted more, deserved more. He readily accepts change because this is where he was always meant to be. And I can’t take that away from him.”

“I can’t change your mind. I know that,” he said. “Just as I know you do not want me to tell him. That you hope he will notice on his own and lament your absence. You do not want him to be upset but you also hope he will be. Fickle are the heart’s wants, no?”

To that, you had no answer. Wishing him any kind of pain was shameful and yet you knew the words he uttered were true – there was resentment boiling inside you, springing from a sense of abandonment, of betrayal. Above all, however, you wished him well. He deserved happiness.

“Yes, he does. It is only funny to me that you somehow believe that happiness can only come by with your disappearance. My child, it is the opposite. He needs you.”

“Goodbye, professor.”

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Wolverine!Toji didn’t follow.

He sensed something was off as soon as he opened his eyes. Perhaps even earlier. Could feel the misalignment in his bones. Grunting, he gently lifted her head from his chest and laid it down on the pillows. Dressed and raking a hand through his hair, he left and ventured down the hall, hearing the professor before he saw his grim face.

They stared at each other for mere moments. Countless thoughts passed by. A whole conversation flitting by in silence within the confines of the mahogany walls and golden candelabra.

Gruff and low, he asked, “How was –?”

“Adamant,” the professor replied, always ahead. “But okay. Strong. Determined. Ready.”

That was all Wolverine!Toji needed to know. For as long as his little companion had a clear head, he knew you’d survive. You’re skilled. You’re a fighter. A mutant who had only ever known the wild. Maybe one day you’ll change, like him. Maybe you’ll embrace the new world.

For now, you only need yourself.

There’s no doubt in his mind that you’d cross paths once more; it’s the way the woods work – what first appears as an endless fucking maze is actually a long road taking lost souls to the same destination. He’ll sniff you out. He will.

Just hang in there.

It's rushed as hell but I just had to get it out of my head before I have to leave my laptop at home. Sorry for the sad/ambiguous ending too

Here’s the alternative/happy ending

Was just thinking about jjk and x-men collab ugh it's eating me alive. This is definitely very on the nose but I don't care rahhhhh

Hope everyone has a great summer!

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sinfulcries · 9 months ago

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I WANNA FUCK YOU LIKE AN ANIMAL! / GOJO SATORU

AUTHORS NOTE: wow dylan’s writing again after a million years 🤓 i could not miss out on halloween so what better way to celebrate than to destroy gojo’s ass? i miss you guys lots and i miss getting all creative nd being able to write again after dealing with so many stressful things irl <\3 this is pretty tame compared to my previous smuts and this is like also a month old so my apologies 🙂‍↕️

CONTENT WARNINGS! knife play, overstimulation, pet names (doll, sweetheart,) slasher reader x victim gojo, implied marathon sex

"That's it, baby, spread those pretty legs f'me." A dark chuckle escaped your lips as the rough tips of your fingers roamed the smooth expanse of Satoru's legs, opening them wide enough to reveal his leaking cock lying hard and useless on his flat stomach. Satoru could only muster a whine in response, trying to pull you in deeper whilst your thick cock nudged teasingly against his puckering hole. "Please," He whimpered prettily, his pale cheeks flushing red with arousal and hunger.

The white haired man didn't need to see your face to know that you were grinning down at him sadistically underneath the ghostface mask you were wearing, and it only made his cock twitch with need as you pinned him down onto the plush mattress— rendering him utterly helpless against you. "I'm about to kill you and yet here you are begging for my cock." You laughed amusedly at the absurdity of the situation, making the poor man pout. "S'not fair you're so big that I wanna feel you in my guts."

Okay, Maybe you'd keep him as your slut instead with how desperate he was. Slender legs wrapping around your waist coaxing you to just fuck and claim him already.

"You're playing a dangerous game here, sweetheart." You growled through the cheap plastic of your mask, reaching down to push your thick fingers between Satoru's lips, his tongue instantly swirling around the thick digits getting them nice and wet as his gaze never left yours.

God, He was a filthy little thing, and you couldn't help but notice the way his hole clenched around nothing every time your free hand trailed the knife's blade teasingly against his inner thigh. Satoru pulled away from your fingers with a wet pop, glaring up at you through thick eyelashes. "Just put it in already." He growled impatiently, and you only responded by pressing the blade harder against his skin, the tip of the knife threatening to dig into his flesh.

Satoru only gulped in response at the action, a shiver running up his spine feeling the cold metal of your knife kissing his thigh. "Okay, okay— calm down." He tried to laugh off his insistent whining with a practiced grin however, you could see the lingering traces of fear swirling in those blue eyes. "Just be patient, doll." You murmured raspily, spreading the lube you had used earlier to finger his sweet little hole open with your thick fingers around his twitching rim.

You couldn't help but notice the way Satoru threw his head back against the pillows, his bruised chest heaving as you rubbed his lubed entrance messily. He was so sensitive. So easy to break. And the thought of splitting him open on your fat cock made it jut against his thigh with aching need.

Wasting no more time, you aligned the fat head of your cock in front of his wet hole before thrusting in with one brutal snap of your hips. Satoru's eyes widened impossibly, his hands scrambling to grip the headboard as a high pitched scream ripped past his throat.

"Fuck—! S..So big—!" He mewled, moving his hips in sync with the way you jackhammered into him like a cheap fleshlight. Satoru wrapped his legs around your waist weakly, trying to anchor himself with the way your fat cock battered his prostate— And as his screams and the wet squelch of skin against skin filled the room, the white haired man could slowly feel his brain melting with searing hot pleasure.

"Take it." You growled possessively, continuing to rut into his ass like a beast in rut, angling your hips to reach deeper inside of his hole. "D'you like that, doll? You've been beggin' for this all night."

Satoru could only nod frantically in response, his brain too mushy to form any coherent words. You could see a white creamy ring of cum forming at the base of your cock, the sight only fuelling you to pound your willing little victim until he passed out, still impaled on your unrelenting length.

"'S too much..!" He squealed, arching his back as your cock drilled in harder, rearranging his insides until they were moulded to fit your big cock. "Can't take it—! 'M-M gonna die..!" With a loud cry, his body started convulsing in your hold, trying to squirm away from the brutal onslaught of your merciless thrusts.

"Don't chicken out on me now, doll." You warned lowly, now pressing the cold edge of your knife against his throat, each thrust driving the blade closer to his jugular. "We have a long night ahead of us."

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littlelovelunette · 4 months ago

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Ambessa x reader but Ambessa turned cold and distant overtime and because reader is still very caring and insecure she just doesn't do anything so that she doesn't upset Ambessa but then r gets gravely injured like an almost near death experience and Ambessa realizes she needs to get her shit together when reader tells her its fine and she doesnt have to bother because she's probably really busy.. it's to the point reader flinches at her touch because it's been so long(ambessa please just hug your wife she's sad and lonely) and just heavy angst/comfort:,)

Distance

Contains angst, mentions for violence

It's been months Ambessa had been cold to you. Cold and distant and every little bit of it hurt.

Whenever she was gone on long campaigns, you stayed up, waiting for her eagerly.

But you never spare a peep about your own distress, why must it bother Ambessa? She clearly had too much on her plate as it was.

Or so you thought.

Ambessa hadn't even realised she'd been mistreating her wife, completely throwing herself at whatever work would come by.

Her mind was in shambles. But so was your heart.

After a significantly bad battle, you were left bleeding. Your heart was slow and barely beating.

Ambessa had threatened every medic in town, she'd slaughter them or better yet make their life unliveable if they didn't make sure you were all perfect and good to go.

Your consciousness was coming and going and you had no clue for how long you were out but you wished was that Ambessa would start caring for you like she once used to.

Your eyes were fluttering open when Ambessa rushed to your side, shoving the medic to the side.

"Oh… you’re here," your voice came out in a weak rasp and your throat hurt to even speak. Your eyes were squinting due to the sudden light that hit them when you woke.

Ambessa moved closer to you, bending down. You seemed so small next to her.

"Of course I’m here," Ambessa said tenderly.

"You didn’t have to," you averted your gaze from hers, "I know you’re busy," your fingers played with the hem of the blanket you were covered with. Your injuries hurt, they hurt a damn lot. You could taste the metallic tang of your blood from your busted bottom lip.

Ambessa's golden eyes looked as strong as ever despite the inner turmoil threatening to break her.

"Busy?" Ambessa took a sharp breath, almost a scoff, "You nearly died. And you think I would just—" Ambessa cut herself off, she looked like she had nothing else to say. Rendered utterly speechless.

"No. Don’t do that. Don’t act like you don’t matter," Ambessa said getting up and pacing the room atleast four times before looking at you again.

"I know I matter," you said but the way your voice was teetering on the edge of a badly compressed sob gave your true feelings away, "I just… didn’t want to be a bother."

"A bother?" Ambessa scoffed, eyes softening when she looked at you with newfound affection, more than before. Different than before. She took a step closer to you, "Is that what you think? That you’re… a bother to me?"

"...I don’t know," your tone was more questioning than an answer, you tried to get up but decided against it. Your ribs felt like they'd crack under pressure anytime soon.

Silence. Then, the faintest brush of her fingers against hot feverish skin.

"I only—" Ambessa started but she cut herself off once again. This time not due to her own lack of words or her indecisiveness of what to say.

This time because you flinched as if you were afraid she was going to hurt you. Something Ambessa dearly hoped never to happen.

"…You flinched."

"I didn’t mean to," you said that like it was your fault that you flinched, as if it wasn't you waiting up all this time for Ambessa to come home from all those long campaigns.

Another silence, heavier this time. Then, Ambessa moved, and she embraced you in front of all the medics who had pure astonishment written across their faces. They'd never seen the fearsome warlord of Noxus so vulnerable before.

And now there Ambessa was holding you close as if you meant absolutely the world to her and for the first time in a long while, you felt alive again.

"Come here."

"Ambessa, you don’t have t—"

"Come here."

"I’m so sorry," Ambessa's apology was a whisper against your ear, soft and so unlike her, "I let you believe I didn’t care. I let you flinch away from me."

"It’s fine, you—" you began but you knew you were only making up excuses for the things Ambessa had done.

"No," Ambessa wouldn't allow you to try to make her look better to even her ownself, she knew her faults and she'd accept them. You were her wife. You deserved at least that bit from her, "That won’t happen again."

"Please don’t let go."

"Never."

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clairewritesfanfics · 5 months ago

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Inside an Otoge: Mister Dragon, Let Me Love You Chapter 1

Pairing: Dragon!Sylus x Non-MC!Reader

Series Masterlist <<read the synopsis and trigger warnings first>>

Synopsis: A depressed, transmigrated fan dedicates their life worshipping their favorite character. (Because not everyone can be a badass like MC.)

Trigger Warnings: depression, mentions of self-harm and suicide attempts

Imagine being a depressed and overworked person, on the brink of throwing away your life, when your attempt is interrupted by an ad of Sylus' voice saying, "I adore you. There is no love purer than mine." Broken and alone, the words of a fictional character sends you to tears and you stop yourself from doing the unthinkable.

Finding hope again, if only in the brief moments spent playing a dating sim, you decided to give life a chance. You continued with the same routine, waking up, going to work, eating the same cheap meals from the convenience store and finding happiness with your favorite character. You used any spare money you had to buy Sylus merch and get all his cards. Life wasn't perfect, but you were content.

Until one day, you were sucked into a mysterious wormhole that transported you to a familiar, otherworldly room filled with rare metals, sparkling jewels and all sorts of weapons.

Lying on a bed of velvet is a back that is all too familiar.

You’ve taken over a hundred photos of that back and have memorized every vein, every muscle, even the way the spine dips oh so deliciously.

Is this heaven? Paradise?

A place that grants all your hedonistic desires?

Did God take pity on your pathetic existence and decided to give you a second chance?

No, this is probably a dream–”Ow!” You pinch yourself a little too hard. Nope, not a dream.

You glance at your hands and body, you are still you. In the game, this part should be when the Main Character attempts an assassination, but you aren’t the MC here. There is a chance–no, the probability of you dying here is as good as 99%. You have no powers, no system, skill or cheat to help you here.

But if you were going to die, at least you can go on your own terms.

“Um, excuse me? Hello?”

The dragon says nothing and you opt to crawl towards him. “Mister Dragon? Are you awake?” Knowing that death is almost certain, you decide to throw away all inhibitions and reach out to trace the curve of his spine. “Hello–!”

His cold, spiked tail wraps around your waist until the tip rests on your chest. You cannot help but gasp when your favorite turns to face you.

No 3D rendered model or painting from your world could capture even a tenth of the true thing's magnificence. Official sources said he was 6'2", but the real thing looks like he surpassed two meters. He towered over you completely. Maybe it isn’t height alone but his very aura that makes you feel so small.

He is so beautiful.

“My, what do we have here? A stray puppy?”

That voice is as smooth and deep as melted chocolate. You want to thank God, Buddha, Satan and all other powerful entities for letting you witness this moment.

He stares down at you, assessing everything. If you had known you’d end up here you would’ve taken a bath and worn something better.

“How odd. You have no magic power and you lack any muscle that most assassins and warriors have. It’s almost as if you’re an ordinary person.”

Okay, ouch. But he isn’t wrong.

You raise both hands. “You’re right, I’m as average as they come.”

“Then tell me what an ‘average’ citizen such as yourself wanted with me.”

You tilt your head in thought before answering, “I wanted to meet you.”

“Surely, you’re joking.”

“I’m perfectly serious.”

“You must take me for a fool.”

“No, I truly did want to meet you.”

“Why are you here? Surely, you didn’t come here to die.”

“No.” Though you were prepared. “I just wanted to see you.”

The fiend watches you closely. His eyes can pierce through any lie, but your gaze is as clear as a cloudless sky and without a trace of deception. He is unsure how to feel about this.

“You’re quite bold. But an ordinary person wanting to meet me for the sake of it feels too odd to be true. Quite stupid, even. Did it ever occur to you that I may not be so polite and just end up taking your heart?”

You raise your head, steady and unfearful as you ask, “Will taking my heart make you happy?”

You want to tell him that every part of you belongs to him now, but even you would cringe at such cheesiness. You decide to be normal about this. “If my organs will make you happy then take them, but I do have a request.” You wriggle closer. “When you take my heart, please look into my eyes until I die.”

You’ve met your favorite, your savior. In a way, Sylus gave you a second chance at life. It seemed only fitting to perish with him being the last thing you see.

Sylus stares at you with guarded curiosity. “I’ve never met someone so eager to die before. Either that or you are an excellent liar.” Some humans are trickier than others, they will say anything to get the upper hand.

“Don’t get cocky, human.” His tail tightens around you. “I don’t know what you’re planning but it’d be all too easy to kill you.”

He expects you to resist, to scream or cry or seduce him.

Instead, you cover your mouth, the edges curling upwards despite your efforts to appear serious. But it’s not your fault, he’s so cute when he tries to be menacing! You have no doubt that he’d just kill an NPC, but he will always be attractive to you, even as he threatens to rip your heart out.

“This is no laughing matter. Dragons are territorial, you should’ve thought twice before trespassing into my domain.”

“Sy–ahem, Mister Dragon, please remember my request when you end my life.”

“... I’m really going to do it.”

“I know!” You nod your head vigorously, the grin you try so hard to suppress looks ridiculous to him. Compared to throwing yourself in front of a train or overdosing on pills, this is your ideal way to die.

“...”

“... tsk.” He releases you and you can’t help but miss the feeling of his tail choking you. Oh, well.

“Mister Dragon?”

He returns to lying on his treasures, back turned away from you.

Not wanting him to think that you were going to backstab him, you get down on all fours and crawl towards the fancy bed. “Sir Dragon?”

He remains silent.

"Amazing, extraordinary, most handsome and venerable Lord Dragon–”

"Enough. Don't call me those embarrassing titles." He sighs and proceeds to give you his name. In the game's canon, the MC couldn't pronounce his name properly and called him Sylus instead. But the MC and Sylus have yet to meet.

Before you are two choices: 1) use his proper name, or 2) pretend that you can't pronounce it and ask to use "Sylus" instead. With the first option, there would be a connection between the two of you due to being the only person alive who knows his name. With the latter, you'd be stealing a defining moment for the heroine. Either way, the consequences will result in you forming a bond with Sylus.

The dragon waits for you to reply.

There is no need to complicate things, so you beam stupidly. "Your name is kind of hard to pronounce... can I just call you 'Sylus' instead?"

"Do what you want."

"Thanks."

“This is the part where you tell me your name.” He can’t believe he was teaching etiquette to a human.

“Er, right.” You give him your name. Though with that voice, he can call you whatever he wants.

“I won’t stop you so go back the way you came and leave me be.”

“I can’t.”

“This isn’t a request. Get out while I’m still being patient.”

“I mean, I literally can’t. I’m not from this place and I don’t know how to get back home.” To be frank, you have little interest in returning. Aside from the next LADS update, you aren’t going to miss anything. No friends, no family, only superiors who took advantage of you and a cold, barren apartment with a rent that was two months due.

Sylus sighs and rolls over. He lays an arm over his torso, looking gorgeous as he looks at you with eyes full of disdain. “Trying to get me to pity you, isn’t going to work.”

“I’m not.” You don’t need his or anybody else’s pity. You are simply tired, and you were sick of pretending that you aren’t. When Sylus does lose his temper, then at least you could be honest in your final moments.

Part 2: here Masterlist: here

Edit: Had to tweak the part where Sylus gives his name to Y/N.

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